Why buy this book?
- "This highly unusual story about a highly unusual hero will also feel like your story. Few of us are imprisoned dwarfs, but all of us want to guide our own lives." Jonathan Safran Foer
- “A powerful and romantic historical novel" LoveReading.co.uk
- "Readers will feel an immediate sympathy for the eternally child-size Jepp, allowed the luxuries of court life for the price of his dignity.” New York Times
- "...an unusual and powerful coming-of-age story about first love and taking control of your future.”
- stayed up late for it, read through dinner for it, wanted to finish it but not have it finish.” "I stayed up late for it, read through dinner for it, wanted to finish it but not have it finish.” School Library Journal
Jepp, Who Defied the Stars
About the book
Who says fate is written in the stars?
Set in sixteenth-century Europe, JEPP is the thrilling, romantic and in turns heart-warming and poignant story of a teenage dwarf limited not only by his height but by his destiny. Although he appears to be bound for a lowly life as a court dwarf, Jepp has ambition, and he dreams of becoming a scientist and marrying the woman he loves.
This highly original and unforgettable story is based on a real historical figure, and Jepp's story includes violence, love, astrology, astronomy, and even a beer-drinking moose. A Philippa Gregory for teens, JEPP is ideal for fans of adventurous, thought-provoking historical romance.
For the first time in my life, I did not have to reach up for the handle. I pushed open the little door and stepped into a white marble hall illuminated by a pair of elegant brass candelabra. Don followed me inside, hunching beneath the doorframe, and when he straightened up, I noticed that the top of his head nearly brushed the ceiling. At the end of the hall was a staircase. Voices drifted down it.
Don gestured for me to follow him along the hall and up the stairs. It was the first time I had climbed so steep and winding a staircase. Halfway up, my head began to spin and I made the error of gazing back down. I ceased my climb and leaned against the wall, watching Don take the stairs ahead of me three and four at a time. It occurred to me that, like the little door and low-ceilinged hall, they too had been fashioned for a smaller-than-normal inhabitant. "Come along," said Don from the top of the staircase, mistaking my inexperience with heights for hesitation.
I steeled myself and continued to climb until I had reached his same eyrie platform. We passed through another small door and into a second hall. The voices were louder here. They beckoned from an illuminated chamber to our right. Don bent beneath the low doorframe to enter the chamber and I followed after.
I will never forget the sight that greeted me...
Letter from the editor
Georgia Murray, Editor
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